A/N: Thanks for the reviews. WARNING! Chapter contains a lot of language.

I hate pink,

I hate dresses,

I hate banquets.

And most of all, I hate my life!

I fucking hate my social status. It's always keep your head up, right leg in front of left, don't slouch, never slurp your soup only speak when spoken to, and blah blah blah. Honestly, how can a person remember all that shit?

I mean, I do love my parents, don't get me wrong but sometimes I wish they weren't my parents. Believe it or not I'd rather be some poor kid with a struggling family than a daughter to…oh…yeah, the Julio Montez, senator or as some would put it, King of Albuquerque; and the trumpets blow, yatti-yatta-ya.

Moving on.

So yeah, my life sucks been through that, my father's filthy rich but who gives a flying fuck? I certainly don't.

"Oh my G*D! That's Gabriella Montez. I wonder who she's wearing"

"Must be expensive!"

"She's such a snob, a bratty rich bitch."

I nearly turn around and give those stereotypes behind me a piece of my mind, but since I'm such a sweet and caring person I don't, but in my mind I do. I laugh - the thought of ripping the hair out and stuffing it in their pie-holes is almost too tempting – which of course causes my parents to turn in their seats and look at me. I just send them the fakest smile I can muster and slump in my seat, ignoring the way my mother mouths "behave".

To the outside world she's the perfect mother and don't get me wrong, she is but there're times when I feel like she isn't. Sometimes she's not there when I need her most and when I don't need her she's there; life's unfair. I know I sound like a whiny bitch but I don't care.

Anyway, back to the present.

Right now I am so pissed! Who the hell would take their daughter to some political gathering shit? That's right my parents. Honestly for the past hour I've been listening to a bunch of old guys in suits talk about the country and some other stuff. If this thing doesn't end soon, someone is going to get seriously hurt!

"Shit!" Muscle spasm and I just stubbed my toe on the leg of the chair in front of me which of course caused a lot of people to turn and look at me: Major blush.

Uh-oh, mom and dad look pissed. Oh well, it's done and dusted. The whole "stubbed-toe" thing-y kept me up…for about five minutes and I finally lost the battle…Yippee!

That laugh.

His laugh.

Blue eyes like the ocean, shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes. He looked down at me questioningly. He looked so young and so lost. I tried to smile up at him but I don't think he saw. I had to turn back to the front but I found it hard to turn away from his eyes, so blue, so…

"…Gabriella, wake up honey."

Don't wanna. "I'm up mom!" I open my eyes and the first thing I see are those bright blue eyes staring back at me which of course makes me sit up in my seat. I try to look over my mothers shoulder for the eyes but all I see is the pink bald head of some guy in his sixties; fan-fucking-tastic.

"Meetings over." I barely hear my mom say as she helps me up then stops and talks to some couple. I don't even tell my parents where I'm going but I just need to get away so I slip through the front doors. The grounds are still empty, guess everyone's still inside talking about how "amazing" those jacked up speeches were. Life is perfect, isn't it…I mean it can't get any better…or can it. And then of course, the klutz in me decides to surface and I stumble over my own feet and fall into a rose bush, just my luck.

It friggin' hurts! OW!

"Are you okay?"

I look up…

Blue eyes is staring at me, while my ass is wedged in a thorn bush; as Sharpay would say "fabulous." Rude as I am, I ignore his outstretched hand and help myself up, dusting my thorn clad ass; darn thorns! I can feel Blue eyes's blue eyes drilling holes into me as I grumble angrily to myself, he's so cute!

"Thanks." I mutter. Why the hell am I saying thank you? It's not like he did anything other than asking me whether I'm okay and Blue eyes actually has the guts to laugh, laugh at me! Does he have any idea who I am? "I meant I'm okay, thank you." He's just so…I can't believe he makes me, me of all people, nervous! Nobody makes Gabriella Montez nervous. For some stupid reason, I reach out and touch his hair; it's so soft compared to what I imagined it to feel like, the smooth strands just run silkily through my fingers; did I mention he's wearing clothes that kind of look like rags and his hair looks as if it hasn't been brushed in a while? You don't see that everyday in my life and I have to admit it looks crazy HOT!

I feel him freeze at my touch and I realize what I'm doing. "Stupid, stupid."

"Probably, if you somehow managed to fall into a rose bush without touching anything or maybe you're blind, have walking issues or are just some weirdo."

I hit him, hard, on his arm but he doesn't flinch; dang it.

"Shut up." I mutter, stupid blush, "I'm Gabriella." I did not just tell him my name, no way. Take that back, tell him it's, it's…my dogs name! "That's my dogs name." I blurt. Shit!

He laughs, again! That honey sweet laugh and…Oh my G*d! My heart is thumping like crazy against my chest, no way Jose can his laugh have this effect on me…nah-uh, great it's contagious too. "I'm guessing your dog's last name is Montez too?"

Red faced.

"I'm Gabriella." I correct. He smiles and rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me. Ugh, how rude!

Then people started streaming out of the building and he starts to look panicked.

"I, um, have to go." He starts to run quickly through the bushes.

"Will I ever see you again?" I sound like I've just walked out of some cheesy romantic movie…LAME!

To my surprise, he actually turns around and still walking backwards he shrugs and mouths "maybe" in a way that was so adorable especially with eyes like his that I blush…Bubble brain! How many times do I have to blush in front of this guy? I'm not a bashful person, but with him I might as well be.

Great. I know nothing about this Adonis (my new name for his, blue eyes isn't seem to be working too well for me) I don't even know his name for Christ's sake.

"Gabriella sweetie!" my mother calls.

"Coming!" I yell back still looking at the spot where Adonis stood just moments before.